Meet Trent Kipson (Character Interview by Marianne Rice)
Meet Trent Kipson
Character Interview by Marianne Rice
February 12, 2016
Please tell us your name and a little about your background.
My name is Trent Kipson. I own Sweet Spot, a bakery in downtown Portland, Maine. I’m not gonna get in to the sob story of my mother’s abandonment and father’s drunken suicide. None of that matters. I raked up some bills putting my sister Claire through school but the Cooking Network has been knocking on my door so hopefully I’ll be out of this small town and making a name for myself.
What is your greatest strength?
Other than my culinary and sexual talents (Rayne’s favorite is my blackberry vodka sauce. We’ve found some…ah…unique ways to…enjoy it)—which are sometimes combined—I’m loyal and will always fight for what I believe in. Some may call me stubborn. I suppose they’re right. See? I can admit when someone else is right.
Is there someone special in your life?
Hell, I never wanted anyone in my life until Rayne Wilde walked through the door. Actually, I walked through her door. To her Zumba studio. Kind of a long story. You should see the woman in spandex. Scratch that. I don’t want you checking her out.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I didn’t until I heard Rayne’s infectious laugh and she flashed her gorgeous smile my way. She makes me laugh, makes me want to be a better person and has given me the greatest gift a man could ever have. Her heart. And her Love. And forgiveness. And kindness. The woman is an endless giver and for some reason she decided to pick me to share her life with. I’m one lucky SOB.
If you could travel back in time to change one thing in your past, what would it be?
I’d change the way I responded when Rayne dropped a bombshell in my lap. I reacted like a complete ass, losing her trust and friendship, and came much too close to losing more than that.
Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, relaxing with fancy drinks and romance books.
An extravagant cake design brings small town baker Trent Kipson to fame…
After gaining social media exposure of his culinary art, Trent’s cake design goes viral. Soon he’s contacted by the Cooking Network to host a new show in California. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime for the owner of a modest shop in Portland, Maine, and the financial freedom the network offers could be the answer to all of his monetary problems.
Fitness instructor Rayne Wilde wants the life every small-town girl dreams of…
Rayne wishes for a future full of romance and the pitter-patter of little feet. She wants it all, including a white picket fence and a dog named Spot—which is exactly why she refuses to sleep with Trent, the sexy man who attends her Zumba classes. After a series of dead-end relationships, this time she really is in love. Trent is special, and the fear of letting him slip through her fingers keeps her advances at bay.
Life is waiting—all it takes is a leap of faith…
As their friendship grows and skeletons creep out of their closets, their relationship is put to the test. Stakes get higher, and the spark between them burns hotter than ever before.
Can they handle the heat when life-changing secrets are exposed, or will the fear of being burned send them on two different paths?
“I’m hungry, so I bet you’re starved.”
Unfortunately, Rayne pulled a black dress thing over her turquoise bikini and reached down for the cooler.
“I’ve got it. Why don’t you grab the bag?”
“Chauvinist,” she muttered with a smile.
“No, a gentleman.” He winked and hefted the cooler out of the canoe. “Damn, woman. What did you pack in here?”
“I know you have quite the appetite, so I packed a little of everything.”
And by everything, she meant everything. Meat-filled subs, pasta salad, potato salad, fruit salad, granola bars, cheese and crackers, humus, some other sort of healthy-looking stuff…the woman knew the way to a man’s heart. Except she didn’t pack any dessert.
And Trent had one hell of a sweet tooth. Staring at her glistening pink lips, he thought of a very suitable replacement for dessert. They sat on a blanket under a tree, ate, and talked about other items on their bucket list. For him, skydiving, parasailing, bungee jumping. She had more tame events: climbing the Eifel Tower, walking through the Aztec ruins, hiking the Appalachian Trail. And of course, starting a family.
Yeah, he could totally see himself doing those things with her. Except the family part. They argued over their lists and laughed at each other’s jokes. It was too damn bad he couldn’t give Rayne what she desired.
“I didn’t think you’d have room after all this.”
“Hell, I thought you knew me better than that. I always have room for dessert.”
“You just wait. One of these days all those snacks are going to catch up to you and you’re going to be mistaken for Santa Claus,” she teased.
“And to think I shaved this morning for you,” he said as he rubbed his cheeks.
“I like the scruff.”
Trent raised an eyebrow and studied her. She had no idea how sexy she was. Or that everything she said and did turned him on. “Really? Why is that?” He leaned back on his elbows and looked up at her. Tanned skin, hair that was meant to be splayed across his pillow, nervous chocolate-syrupy eyes. He itched to reach out and tuck the stray curl behind her ear, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop there.
Rayne pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, and stared out over the river. “You’re a nice guy, Trent.”
“Uh, oh. I’ve heard that one before.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the moment.
She turned to face him and gave him a sad smile. “I really like you and am glad we’re still friends after…after my um, misunderstanding.”
His heart softened. No, it turned into a melting puddle of ganache. If he was reading the signs right, she was interested. Very interested. That could either spell trouble or hello sweet heaven. But if he turned her down, that could ruin their friendship as well. Better to evade than to disappoint.